Poetry by Mimi Flood

Mother

I have roses rooted in my heart

In the midnight blue sky

By the lake

My mother brushes my hair

Wipes away the blood from my lips

From thorns that bloom from time to time

Leaving a lipstick

Like Honey

You lit a 21 birthday candle / told me to make a wish / I proceeded to light my cigarette with it /

said I kind of have all that I need / I kissed your neck and tasted the salt / and heard the church

bells playing their gospels / not too far where you removed my spaghetti straps and silk panties/

spilled the wine on the blanket and the ants were all over food/ as the sun went down in that

golden hue / our bodies glowed like honey

Fishbowl

They call my town the fishbowl / just when you think you reached the surface/ you come back

down / you think things would be different someplace else / even the sun but it’s just the same

doughnut in the sky / on the greyhound / looking out the window/ I think I still have some hope/

for a dream that I can’t just let die / and if I had to I would rather just dissolve into the leather

seat/ and just let my last memory of me trying to leave this place.